Amidst the hustle and bustle of the rather busy Ord spaceport, the arrival of a shuttle is a thing not to be noticed by many of the passersby. So it is with this one, at first, though as it touches down and lowers its ramp, the beings that are among the first to exit might be enough to turn some of the less seasoned spacers' heads. Certainly they're being loud enough to attract someone's attention, if that someone was even moderately nosy. "Blast it, Bill!" one of the hulking figures calls out, and as his head somes into view he can be identified to those in the know as a Quarren (the tentacles will give that away), "'Tis a curse worse than death, that what's been put upon us by the Great Seafarer! Surely we can't be destined to wander forever at the mercy o' others, ne'er to be the master